As Amy and I were walking home from date night this past Saturday evening, our revelry gave way to a more practical tone. She looked at me and said, "So tomorrow," and I stared back at her and, as I tallied off with my fingers, said, "Breakfast. Haircut. Church. Lunch. Roomtime. Church. Dinner. Bedtime."
She nodded in agreement and, if we weren't hustling home because of the cold and so as to relieve our babysitter, we might have clasped hands right there and said "Team Huang!" Indeed, our Sunday thusly described in eight words, Team Huang was ready go.
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